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Another Sad Story.

As the times move on
Things get hard.
We grow, we know.
We fear, we tear.
Friends were there.
Forever and for always, what we used to say.
Time is taking our friendship away.
I thought you'd be there.
I need you here.
As we grow old our perspective changes
As we grow old our lives re-arrange.
Keep this up we can't be friends,
Keep this up we'll see the end.
You laughed, you lied.
You probably made me cry.
I have to thank you though,
Because you let me know
You let me see how things are going to be.
If you need me l'll be there
But know that one day I might just disappear.
You changed yourself
you can do it again.
It is funny how much influence some have on their friends.
Through good or bad I thought you'd be the same
Never did I see this drastic change.
What I'm trying to say is our friendship I treasured
Just isn't okay.
If you keep this up maybe this will be the end of that once sunny day.
The clouds are moving in and I'm getting away,
I don't want to get pulled into this crap, okay?
So that's the end
Of this sad story, old friend.

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I'm different.
You may think you know me,
I doubt you do.
I smile, laugh, and live.
I won't give in.
Tomorrow will be new.

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